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School was cancelled for the day today. Tomorrow it’s already called to at least run late.

While we spent most of the day inside ..

.. we did need to get out and get a few things done before the sun went down. Am I ever glad we waited until we did to head out.

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Sun Dogs.

I had never heard the term until a few weeks ago, shortly after we made the actual move to South Dakota when there was somewhat of a rainbow and odd glow in the sky one crisp morning. I snapped a few pics and asked the Cowboy to come look at the sky.

I don’t know that I ever had until that moment. I don’t recall ever seeing one anyway, not like this. One of the marvels of living in an area like the Great Plains, is that there are few things obstructing your view. And Mother Nature always seems to be dishing up something incredible.

January 31, 2013

Just as dusk was about to set in, the evening sky flared up tonight. We stopped several times alongside the road to snap some shots. And they were too beautiful to keep to ourselves.

Dinner had been done for over an hour. I love that we were still tonight, seated around the kitchen table ..

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As a child .. almost every night was spent at the dining room table, together. Family meals were our norm. Most often, my dad would be at the stove already hard at work on some never measured out concoction that would taste fantastic when all was said and done, before our mother would ever get home.

We would all then sit down to eat. And talk.

In our various family forms since my daughter came along, we have done the same. But the time I currently have at the ranch has allowed me a lot more time to cook, think about meal planning and to stay seated at the table well past dinner being done to hang out, talk, enjoy each others company.

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Tonight, it was a dish dad used to make all the time. My first attempt.

Pork chops, potatoes and sauerkraut. Dad would usually throw it all in the pressure cooker. (“Don’t touch it, it can explode,” dad would say of the pressure cooker. I have been afraid of them since.) I threw tonight’s meal in the oven.

An hour and a half later .. it was done. The Cowboy had just come back in from working with one of the horses. Our 11 year old was shortly behind him after spending time on her favorite horse as well, despite the frigid temperatures.

They both were cold.

The food was hot.

“That was really good,” said the Cowboy.

My daughter simply cleaned her plate (minus most of her sauerkraut) and then asked for more.

It takes regular unleaded, like every other car I’ve ever driven. While it gets great mileage and has been a wonderful car for us, the Prius doesn’t do all that great on ice. And the warmer temperatures, melting snow, sleet and heavy fog recently have made for some slick rural roads.

So I’ve been taking the truck.

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“Hey,” I said to the Cowboy over the phone .. “Diesel 1 or Diesel 2. I can’t remember.”

“Make sure you’re not at the pumps for farm fuel!” said the Cowboy, somewhat in a panic I was at the wrong pump and may have already started putting gas in the truck.

“Don’t worry, I’m not,” I replied to him over the phone, not knowing what difference that would make. (I filed the question in the back of my mind for later)

I had called to ask again, which Diesel for the Dodge. Usually the Cowboy makes sure there is enough gas in it. But as I have been the one to use the truck versus my Prius the past couple of days, I wanted to be sure to return the favor and fill it up. Only the second time doing so on my own, I knew there was a method as to what went into the tank and why, I just couldn’t remember what it was.

What’s the weather supposed to be like, he said to himself out loud.

“I think it’s supposed to be nice,” the Cowboy continued. “I guess you can go with Diesel 2 for now. It’s not all that cold out so you shouldn’t need number one.”

Diesel 2, he explains to me as I sit down to write for the first time in a very long time, apparently gels up if it gets too cold. He let me know, I would most likely get stranded alongside the road if the wrong diesel is in the tank and the temperatures plummet.

Sincerely good to know.

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Also good to know why it mattered if I was at the Farm Diesel pump:

– Farm fuel is good for tractors and other farm related equipment.

– It is the same diesel, it just isn’t taxed.

– The Cowboy says there is about a $ .50 tax on every gallon of gas we buy. I ask, are you sure it’s $ .50 and he says, pretty close. (May differ by state.) I don’t feel like fact checking this morning so I’m going with it.

– There is a dye in farm fuel and if you get picked up, police can check your tank. If you have farm fuel in your truck, it is at the very least, a $1000 fine.